Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is renowned for his bright green suits and hats. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to find somewhere to settle down

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 2600 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tan coat over a green low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His crest is black and very short. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Direcris is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Direcris was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Direcris fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly kukris and axes. His lavender fur has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Aura was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student he started as a Miner, but he got bored and became a Herbalist. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Criminal record, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He is a great chef.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Wiggan was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Barrister. Being a Barrister kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 20000 cp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.